What the hell was I going to do?  
     I actually left to go buy a car,  
but like an idiot, didn’t realize it   
was past nine. How was I gonna buy a   
car at this time of night?             
     As the wind got stronger, I bun-  
dled up tight and wanted to go back,   
but I couldn’t. I couldn’t face Pee Wee
again.                                 
     I’d see Pee Wee now and again, be-
cause he still worked at the Initiative
group, but we really never connected   
again, until one fateful day in the    
library, almost six years later.       
     More on that later.               
     Anyway, I was headed towards the  
nearest motel, and it was still rain-  
ing, and I kept walking. I was about a 
mile away, when I saw a coffee shop,   
and once I got inside, I didn’t feel so
* down in the dumps anymore.               
     I bought a coffee, newspaper and  
started my search.                     
     First a car, then somewhere to    
live, a good job, and then a good      
night’s sleep.                         
     I found a car fast. It was an old 
1969 Nova going for two grand. I almost
had that much in savings, and that     
reminded me about my trust fund.       
     My parents set it up so that on my
twenty-fifth birthday, I’d be able to  
do whatever I wanted with it, but until
then, I could only watch it grow.      
     I couldn’t take the money out, but
I could use it as collateral to buy a  
house or go to college.                
     I could even use it to get this   
Nova and use my savings for something  
else, like that motel room.            



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